I adore Jack London. This short story was all that is Jack London and the wild. I ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🐺🐺🐺☃️🔥☃️ thank you!!!
I adore Jack London. This short story was all that is Jack London and the wild. I ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🐺🐺🐺☃️🔥☃️ thank you!!!
He was quick and alert in the things of life, but only in the things, and not in their significances.
You can‘t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.
Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes playing a poor hand well.
The trouble with him was that he was without imagination. He was quick and alert in the things of life, but only in the things, and not in the significances. 50 degrees below zero meant eighty-odd degrees of frost. Such fact impressed him as being cold and uncomfortable, and that was all. It did not lead him to meditate upon his frailty as a creature of temperature, and upon man's frailty in general, able only to live within certain narrow limits
My winter-themed book (I don't know how to tag funphotos😁
One of my favorite short stories of all time. A great steamy summer story to cool down to, especially when it's 95 degrees & the a/c quits😱
One of my favorite short stories of all time. A great steamy summer story to cool down to, especially when it's 90+ degrees & the a/c quits😩